Funny you should mention that. I was just thinking of how much 'white horse' and 'white house' sound alike.
And then there's that pic. of Obama under the white horse at Mile High Stadium in Denver.
It's cold here in Minnesota, but I've got chills, and it ain't from the weather.
It's time to turn to the Lord, and not be influenced by this evil, sinful world.
aaron, Fulfilled Prophecy 12 Comments
[1/31/2009 4:14:47 PM]
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1/31/2009 8:26:50 PM
"I was just thinking of how much 'white horse' and 'white house' sound alike."
Funny, I was just thinking about how much "asshole" and "arsehole" sound alike.
1/31/2009 11:13:52 PM
Atheist In A Foxhole
Aaron is a possessor of the anti-clueon.
1/31/2009 11:23:52 PM
I believe death was supposed to be "on a pale horse" not "standing somewhere near a horse-shaped statue."
2/1/2009 1:26:30 AM
See you in 2013.
2/1/2009 12:58:52 PM
If that's as close as your prophecies get (White house sounds like white horse=pale horse?) no wonder you think they're coming true.
2/1/2009 1:05:14 PM
I was just thinkng about how 'white horse' is the name of a nice pub I used to go in years ago.
2/1/2009 1:18:45 PM
I really don't get this.
Hasn't EVERY president since John Adams lived in the white house? Why the fuck would the name of the house have anything more to do with the current president than the 42 white house residents before him?
Someone enlighten me.
2/1/2009 1:26:20 PM
Funny, the rest of us thought Sarah Palin was the AC.
3/5/2009 7:11:42 AM
Would you like fries with your word salad ?
12/16/2011 9:23:41 AM
A white horse goes into a pub, and asks the barman for a glass of whisky.
The barman says 'Which brand would you like? There's one even named after you!'
The white horse replies 'What... Eric?!'
An old joke? Neigh!
...I'll get my coat. XP X3
Later that day, a black horse enters the same pub. The barman says to the horse 'No, you need the Lloyds/TSB bank; it's just down the road!'
After the black horse leaves, William Shakespeare goes into the pub. The barman spots him, then immediately fumbles in his pockets for something, all the while muttering 'I've waited twenty-five years to do this!'. He takes out of a pocket a clown's red nose, puts it on, then he strikes a dramatic finger-pointing pose of his own choosing to Shakespeare, and exclaims:
[/Old Chestnut II]
...yes, that one I found on the Rosetta Stone, and I'll get my coat II. XP X3
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